“Both eyes—your own eyes!” Zodono explained.
“Yes, suh.”
“Then you make a stroking motion in front of his face with the fingers of your hand extended like you were combing wool——”
“Yes, suh; you paws at him.”
“Then you bring your dominant will to bear upon the subject’s subconscious mind, willing him to sleep—to stand upright and sleep——”
“Dat sounds easy,” Conko grinned.
“Do you think you could do that?” Zodono inquired.
“Suttinly. Dat is—mebbe so. I’d shore like to try it one time befo’ I hypnertized dat fightin’ coon——”
“All right. I’ll let you try it on a white man. If you can hypnotize a white man, you can certainly come it over on a nigger. We’ll try it on Bill.”
Zodono turned and glanced at his assistant. That glance was like the stroke of a whip-lash, and Bill quailed and flinched, the grin faded from his face, and the flush changed to a deadly pallor.